Wednesday, 19 March 2014

a bear in the prime of its maturity is protecting its small cub, which shows the sanguinary mark of a recent attack on its young neck; ringing them about are a toothless old bulldog, a splay-hipped Alsatian, and a degenerate-looking poodle, none of whom appears to be especially keen on bearding the powerful bruin on its own turf, bay as they might from a distance. High in a tree some way off, perches an eagle, its feathers soiled and ruffled, its talons grasping a tuft of blood-soaked fur, its eyes unnaturally bright with the fire of frustrated rage. The terrible beak is agape and menacing as it shrieks its fell commands to the reluctant canines down below. The caption reads: Fuck the world!

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